A drop of sweat rolled down the valley of your breasts.
It was hot. Undeniably hot. With Kaido being defeated, everyone wanted a party and was getting it. But yet, what is a party without geishas? Men from all the allied crews had their eyes on the geishas, waiting to make the next available one theirs. "Right, frustration needs to be removed," you thought as you walked through the crowd. You wanted to make it back to your house in one piece. Oh boy, how wrong you were.
"Y/N?" called a familiar voice. "Huh?" you turned to see your boss staring at you. The look on her face said everything. You were supposed to continue the entertainment for the guests. Why? Because your co-worker decided it would be fun if she could give a man a place to unload his frustrations. "Right," you mumbled, slightly upset that you did not get the opportunity to finish what you had set out to do. And what did you plan to do? Watch a certain phoenix from far; watch the glory that it was surrounded with. Sighing, you got to work. You would be ready with little make-up, a change of dress, and a good hairstyle. Judging your audience, you decided dressing a little provocatively would be fun.
You decided on a light blue triangle bra (that would pass for a swimsuit) and a high slit skirt (slit on both sides), a darker blue shade. You let your sliver hair down and wore minimal jewellery, emphasising your curves. As you went up on the stage, you spotted a handsome male with blond locks staring at you. "Oh, well. This view is also fine." you thought, forcing a smile on your lips. "I'd rather like it if I could give him a one-on-one." you thought as you got into your position. The music started, and you gently swayed your hips. The perfect breeze would lift your skirt to give the audience a teasing view of your ass. As the music continued, you turned around and used your arms to emphasize your breasts, pushing them out and bouncing them slightly. Little did you know, the male you were interested in was trying to hide his hardness.
Just as the fun part of the music was about to start, the light went out. And oh boy, dark places scared you. Panicking, you turned left and right, hoping someone would guide you. Just as you were about to scream out your manager's name, a pair of rough, warm hands found your wrist and pulled you back towards their body. Your naked back pulled tightly against their naked chest. One hand wrapped tightly around your waist, the other gently against your mouth to prevent you from screaming. The cloth that covered your ass did nothing to prevent the bulge you felt against it. "Abduction like this? Pure bliss." you thought, sucking in the cologne and the warmth of the abductee's body. In a few minutes, you were out of the stuffy auditorium and in front of a small cabin on the beach. It only then did you realize who had kidnapped you. Marco the Phoenix.
Marco sucked in his breath as he took in the sight of you glowing beneath the moonlight. "We can't have everyone seeing what beauty lies beneath these clothes, can we?" whispered Marco. He dipped low enough to fan his breath on your neck. Gently using his strong arms around your small waist to pull your small body flush against him and letting both bodies feel every inch of the other. You moved your hand into his hair as you stood on your toes. Just as your lips grazed him, you whispered, "May I have the opportunity of pleasing you, my knight in shining armour?"
It had been a mere few minutes since you asked permission to please him, and here you were, beneath him, a complete moaning mess. Marco loved seeing you, crying out his name as he pumped in and out. How much stamina did that man have? Enough to make you weak in the knees for two days. "Marco", you moaned out as he pulled one of your legs above his shoulder and started fucking your pussy again. "Fuck, you're tight, babe", moaned Marco. He slid one of his hands along your thighs and reached your clit. He looked at you with complete lust-filled eyes; tonight will be a hell of a night. Pinching your small bud, Marco pulled out of you but was nowhere near done. He quickly spun you on all fours and lined himself against your entrance. In a second, he was inside you. One hand clutches your waist, and the other stimulates your clitoris, bringing you closer to your climax. "Marco, I-I.." you stammered, unable to tell him we were about to release. "I'm close, t-too", whispered Marco as he leaned in and squeezed your breast. A high-pitched moan left your mouth, and you squirted all over his dick, and him still thrusting inside you. Just as you finished, Marco pulled out, releasing all his sticky stuff on your back. You rolled onto the bed, and Marco flopped down next to you. His arms found you again as he pressed your back into his chest and started a quick make-out session. It was supposed to be a make-out session until you squeezed his balls quickly. "Oh honey, you won't be getting up tomorrow," mumbled Marco sucking the sweet spot in your throat. "I don't intend to," you whispered as you flipped him over his back and straddled his hips. Holding his erection, you slowly lowered yourself. A small moan escaped your lips, and a grunt left Marco's as he started grinding his hips against yours. Just as you bounced up and down, Marco eyed your breasts, which only seemed to compliment your movements. It wasn't long before both of you reached your highs again and flopped down next to each other.
